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Living with HIV & African Americans
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Living with HIV - Information that will help you live a happy, healthy life with HIV.
   HIV Infection and AIDS: An Overview
   HIV/STD Prevention and Young Men Who Have Sex with Men
   NATURAL REMEDIES FOR HIV/AIDS
   Young Women of Color and the HIV Epidemic
Sex & HIV: Part Three

(BlackDoctor.org) -- Ok, I know you thought I wasn't coming back to the topic but I am a Woman of my word. You can take that to the bank! Yes, I Have a Healthy Vagina!! For Real... For Real... Let’s recap: In part one, after I learned I was HIV positive, I was dumped and that brought on a fear of rejection and I shut down on dating altogether. I was not prepared for rejection, my self esteem couldn't take that kind of blow. Then in part two, I eventually got over that fear and discovered that

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Sex & HIV: Part Two

(BlackDoctor.org) -- I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life alone, but I didn’t want to be rejected either. It was a hard call, but I had to take the chance. I kept saying to myself, “All he can say is no.” But no was really a big deal if I was honest about it. No one really wants to be rejected. In fact, we often go to great lengths to meet a man’s approval. But there was nothing I could do to change the fact that I had HIV. You can’t change it like the color of your

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Sex & HIV

(BlackDoctor.org) -- It ain’t no secret that I contracted HIV from having sex. Which means everybody knows that I ain’t no virgin. Nope! Sorry to disappoint all of you who were hoping that I contracted HIV through a blood transfusion or something like that. You know back in the day: “good” AIDS, “bad” AIDS. *SMH* LOL! How silly. (But that’s a different post for a different day). Someone even recently asked on Facebook, “Are you sure you didn't get HIV from your

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Prima Donna No More: My First HIV Discrimination

(BlackDoctor.org) -- It felt like he had just slapped me in the face. His words hit harder than my Mama’s worst beating. I stood there frozen with this blank stare on my face. Awkward silence filled the air. He spoke again and it snapped me back to the reality of it all. “Uh, let me go double check with the tattoo artist,” he said nervously. “OK,” slowly came out of my mouth. As he walked away, I began reading the consent form that he had set in front of me. When I reached

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